"Oh!" said Kenneth. "What—what's a lumber magnet?"
"Magnate, not magnet!" growled Grafton. "It's time you came to school if you don't know English. Where have you been going?"
"I beg pardon?"
"What school have you been to? My, you're a dummy!"
"I haven't been to any school this year. Last year I went to the grammar school at home."
"Then this is your first boarding school, eh?"
"Yes; and I hope I'll like it. The catalogue said it was a very fine school. I trust I shall profit from my connection with it."
Grafton stared bewilderedly, but the new junior's face was as innocent as a cherub's. Joe Brewster stared, too, for a moment; then a smile flickered around his mouth and he bent his head, finding interest in a bleeding knuckle.
"Well, I came over to talk about the team, Joe," Grafton said after a moment. "I didn't know you had company."
"Didn't know it myself," muttered Joe.